I know I’ve been pretty lax lately with the updates. I could say it’s because I’ve been focusing all my energy on my memoir, but really I’m just lazy.
Life has been peaceful since my grandmother’s funeral. Besides working and writing, I’ve been (as usual) trying to exercise more consistently and regularly. For the past couple of weeks I’ve been very good, though of course today I’m tempted not to go.
Last Tuesday I was a ball of firy productivity. I got up early and went to the gym. Then I went right back out and headed to Union Square for my mother’s Christmas present: a gift card from a department store. But first a delicious ham and gruyere baguette and coffee from my new favorite place, Crepe O Chocolat.
Going to the store early was a good idea. There were hardly any people, nor at another store where I got some new pajama bottoms. I’ve had the same ones for YEARS, and MB is constantly making fun of how thin they are in the seats.
Then I was back home before noon. Spent the afternoon working and writing. By 3 I could have really used a nap, but I pushed through it.
On Thursday I was out and about early again. Sent my parents’ package (btw, I love the automated postal machines but hate the people who feel they have to read every entire screen for each and every package; here are two pieces of advice: THEY’RE ALL THE SAME and JUST SAY NO), hit the gym, had yummy spicy seafood Vietnamese pho, did a bit more shopping, hung out at the New People cafe in Japantown to work.
But I was feeling very blah for some reason. Just physically tired. And piggish too! MB had a dinner meeting so I just ate the leftover pizza in our fridge and then a bunch of Doritoes. So much for my low-fat diet. Then I had pizza again the next day at work! Need to lay off the cheese for a while.
My latest obsession is The Hunger Games. The books are SO GOOD. YP turned me onto them, though I’ve been hearing about them for ages. Gripping and surprisingly brutal. No mushy love stories or sparkly vampires. (There is some sparkling but only because the progtagonist is tripping from some deadly wasps.) I’m on the second book now.
This rainy weather just makes me want to curl up and read The Hunger Games all day.
Oh, and write too, I suppose. My memoir is taking way longer than expected, but I’m wrapping up the last chapter. Now it’s quite a bit longer. At start it was around 50,000 words, but now I’m close to 90,000. I expanded quite a bit, especially in the beginning.
Back to work!